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Dreaming With Butterflies

FLUTTER BY BUTTERFLY DANCE YOUR WAY ACROSS THE SKY WITH YOUR TISSUE PAPER WINGS THOSE DELICATE AND DAINTY THINGS FLASH WITH COLOURS OH SO BRIGHT STILL SHINING IN THE MORNING LIGHT NATURE’S GREATEST WORK OF ART IT CANNOT HELP BUT STIR THE HEART TO SEE THIS SPLENDID CREATURE IS THEIR NOT A BETTER FEATURE OF THE BRITISH SUMMERTIME THAN SUCH AN INSECT SO DEVINE EVER VIVID ALWAYS TRUE OH I KEEP THE BRIGHTEST HUE WRAPPED INSIDE MY MEMORY FOR HARDER TIMES AHEAD OF ME WHEN I’M IN NEED OF A SMILE I’LL STOP AND RECOLLECT A WHILE THE BUTTERFLY’S HAPPY DANCE AND WITHIN MY PEACEFUL TRANCE I FIND A SENSE OF CONTENT AT THE SUMMER THAT I SPENT DREAMING WITH BUTTERFLIES


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Oh Uhura - To Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah

There was a Starship Enterprise,
It was the ruler of the skies,
But you don't really care for sci-fi, do you?
With Captain Kirk
And Mr Spock
And don’t forget the trademark jock,
And there upon the bridge you’ll find Uhura

Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura 
Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura

You’ll find Bones Macoy down in sickbay,
“I’m a doctor Jim” he’d say,
And cure whatever space bug ran through you,
He’ll banish away every cough,
Even if your name’s Chekov,
Or perhaps you might be sweet Uhura

Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura
Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura

To make the starship up and go,
The man you really need to know,
Is the Helm officer called Sulu,
But if it’s a message you’d like to send,
Then of course you can depend,
Upon the talented Miss Uhura,

Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura
Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura

Your voyage lasted three short years
But despite the trekkie’s fears,
It wouldn’t be the last time that we’d view you,
Of feature films there’d be twelve,
Before the franchise they would shelve,
But we won’t forget you dear Uhura

Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura
Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura
Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura
Oh Uhura, Oh Uhura

Oh Uhura


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The Magpie and The Butterfly, A Terzanelle

I look out upon a lonely Magpie,
I feel a great stirring deep in my heart,
As he gracefully glides across the sky.

He’s always searching for his other part,
The Butterfly to whom he gave his soul,
I feel a great stirring deep in my heart.

But he does not know that he is still whole,
Even when apart she is still with him,
The Butterfly to whom he gave his soul.

For that’s what love means, it is no whim,
Giving yourself wholly to another,
Even when apart she is still with him.

And the Butterfly is with her lover,
Knowing the greatest gift that one can give,
Giving yourself wholly to another.

My heart is yours for as long as I live,
I look out upon a lonely Magpie,
Knowing the greatest gift that one can give,
As he gracefully glides across the sky.


*Decoding: reading the first line of each stanza  forms a message to my “Magpie” from his “Butterfly” (as does the last ;) )


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In My Prime

I stand
in my prime
indivisible
sure of my identity
but oblivious to my place in the world
you cannot change me into what you want me to be
but if you would accept me for the wonder that I already am
you may find yourself start to change into something more wonderful than us both

For SUZETTE PRIME contest – 11th November 2012


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Christmyths

If we read the gospel well,
We notice no one rang a bell,
To announce the saviour’d come,
And then when we learn of his mum,
There’s no mention of her donkey ride,
Or of the animals inside,
The stable were the child slept,
It does not tell us if he wept,
And of the weather? Did it snow?
Well we simply do not know,
It rarely snows in the West Bank,
Would be unlikely, to be frank,
And was Jesus born at night?
Did they at least get that part right?
Well it simply does not say,
It mentions not the time of day,
And that’s not all, not by far,
Shepherds saw Angels, Not a star,
It doesn’t say they gave a sheep,
(They were poor and lambs weren’t cheap!)
The Bible tells us many things,
But did not call the wise men Kings,
It doesn’t even call them men,
It only calls them magi then,
It says nowhere they numbered three,
Or if from the Orient they’d be,
It does say that our Lord arrived,
Lived a good life, was crucified,
Just to take away our sin,
So heaven will allow us in,
And this is the truth I will defend,
But just how can a footstep bend?


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Just A Word

                                INDIANA’S BEST KNOWN IMAGE                   JUST A WORD
AND                    YET SO POWERFUL, YES, JUST                                   A WORD
SHORT              AND TO THE POINT, BUT TO                       SOME           IT IS A
WARM              AND HEALING WORD, IT                       BRINGS HOPE         AND
PEACE               AND LIGHT UNTO OUR                      WORLD, IT CAN           BE
  SEEN               THE WORLD OVER, IT                  NEVER SEEMS TO             BE
LOST,                IT KNOWS THAT                     IT’S JUST A WORD                YET
THER                IS NO DENYING                  THAT IT IS VITAL                        TO
EVERY               LIFE ON EARTH,      I      AM CERTAIN IT                           WILL
PROVE               TO BE MORE          OF    A NECCESITY                            THAN 
EVEN                 THE VERY            AIR                                             THAT WE
                                                BREATHE,                            WITHOUT THIS
                                               WORD WE                       CAN’T REALLY BE    
                          ALIVE
I AM                CERTAIN OF          THAT, JUST A            WORD, BUT I
KNOW              THAT IT IS           A VITAL PART            OF HUMANITY,
THERE               WOULD          BE NOTHING OF              THE JOY         WE
KNOW                 TODAY         AND ONLY HURT             UPON            A COLD
EARTH, I               CAN          BUT IMAGINE THE                                EVIL IN
A WORLD,              A           HELL, WHERE THIS              WORD          DID NOT
EXIST, I CRY                      FOR THOSE WHO DO           LIVE IN          THIS
WORLD, I AM                   SURE THAT MANY DO             JUST THAT, AND
I PRAY THAT I               WILL NEVER FIND THAT             I INHABIT A
PLACE WHERE I           HAVE NO KNOWLEDGE                 OF THIS
WORD, THIS IS            NOT JUST A WORD.


*Based on Robert Indiana's "Love", http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_(sculpture)


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Spectacles


    SPECTACLES GRANT SIGHT TO                       EYES WHICH NEED A LITTLE HELP
 OPTICAL DEVISES WHICH ARE WORN         ON THE FACE FRAMES REST ON NOSES
  GIVE                               PERFECT VISION SLIPPING                               FROM
 TIME                                    TO TIME ONLY TO BE                                 LIFTED
  BACK                                      INTO POSITION                                      AGAIN
 WITH                                       A QUICK PUSH                                       SIGHT
  GIVEN                                    BY A          LENS                                    GLASS
  SHAPE                                 BENDS            LIGHT                                 INTO
        PLACE                  GRANTING                   VISION TO                   THOSE
         WHOSE EYES STRUGGLE TO                     SEE THROUGH THE BLUR OF
              THE WORLD THAT                                          PASSES THEM BY


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Remembrance

                                                          I
                                                   REMEMBER, JUST
                                              AS I’VE BEEN ASKED, I STOP
                                           AND TAKE A MINUTE, THINKING
                                          OF A WAR WHICH I WILL NEVER BE A
                                          PART OF, I WILL NEVER SEE FIRST HAND.
                                    A FEW FALLEN HEROES, WHO GAVE UP THEIR
                              LIVES FOR A GENERATION THEY WOULD NEVER SEE,
                           JUST SO THAT WE ALL                  WOULD NEVER HAVE 
                         TO GO THROUGH THE                        TERROR OF A LIFE, A
                         HELL, WITHOUT ANY                          CONCEPT OF PEACE, 
                          AND SO WE TAKE OUR                      QUIET MOMENT TO
                           STOP, AND CONSIDER                 THE SACRIFICE, TO
                             THINK UPON A FOREIGN FIELD, SOAKED IN 
                               THE BLOOD OF MEN, OF BOYS. WE CANNOT 
                                  AFFORD TO LET THEM STRAY FROM OUR
                                    MEMORY OR ELSE WE RISK REPEATING
                                        THE MISTAKES OF THE PAST. AND 
                                              SO I THANK ALL SOLDIERS
                                                    PAST AND PRESENT. 


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There Once Was a Pig

There once was a pig who would try,
To jump off the ground and to fly,
The result was the same,
'Til he bought a plane,
And left his friends waving goodbye!


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A New Year's Limerick

And so a New Year has begun,
And old resolutions are done,
But whatever you do,
When making them new,
Remember to make them all fun!


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